Lyrics

Haven't left my house in days Still getting paid from the SoundCloud plays Swear the best don't impress me You were like my bestie, why you're trying to press me? Fuck beef, leave it all in the past Thinking 'bout you, should be focused on the cash (On that money) I'm hurt, need an ice pack Snap me a selfie 'cause I really like that (You're beautiful) It's the little things Don't fuck with the bitter things, no-oh-oh I'm trash, and you're littering My mom always asks why I'm twittering (It's called Twitter) Ask me what I be when I grow up That question make me wanna throw up My lesson I will never learn from Build bridges, get hot when they burn up Rather turn you down for the turn up One of your friends said they'd hit me with the burner Down to take shots to the face But not the ones that leave me fucking leaking out my veins (Fuck that) I got two ears for a reason But they just turn red when it's below freezing Crack the window, let the breeze in Oh, I'ma go ghost, then blame it on the season That's some shit I would do, and you know that It's a Thursday, baby, you should throwback Well, if not, I'm sorry Didn't really mean to play you like Atari It's the little things Don't fuck with the bitter things, no-oh-oh I'm trash, and you're littering My mom always asks why I'm twittering
Writer(s): Morgan William Murphy Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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